I wake up multiple times in the night, each time thinking of getting up to study but dismissing it due to fatigue each time. And so I finally wake up at 6.45am, secretly hoping that it would rain so that training would be cancelled (I was tired).

I trudge despondingly to school and play frisbee from 8-10, nearly missed getting knocked down by a car on the way in to school, and then the Big Bang happens. Zk throws a frisbee and I try my hardest to FINALLY catch something after a major bout of awful plays and guess what? I collide Head-on with towkay. This was not a perfectly elastic collision, by the way, we exerted extremely significant forces on each other, which result in some very disastrous results.

All I saw was towkay's glasses flying off on the field and then him groaning in pain and then blood flowing down his chin. The next thing I knew, warm blood was flowing down my face into my shirt.

 I try to find the origin of the blood, and the next thing I know, someone around me was screaming by the colossal volumes of blood trickling onto the grass. This was the first time I've seen

 genuine looks of horror on boys who normally watch Saw because of it's gory nature. That's because this time it's real, guys.

Nick throws a towel in my face and instructs me to KEEP IT THERE to stop the bleeding which was when I establish just how much blood I was losing. By the end of the epic collision, Zhefei's towel was soaked in my blood and had to be thrown away, in much disgust I believe.

The whole incident was rather hazy, and we were rushed from place to place for treatment. First to the PE Department where the teachers quickly cover up our wounds, which were gaping, by the way. When I went to remove my contact lens, I looked in the mirror and voila, I could see my skull. Except I didn't know it was my skull until the 

plastic surgeon that operated on me (don't judge me) told me that the skin, fats and muscle on my wound had been split apart by the impact of the collision. Eww, I know.

The whole surgery was quite fun, actually. He jabs my eye with local anesthesia, which by the way is an awesome discovery, and proceeds to sew up my torn muscles, facial fats and skin in order. I emerge from the operating theatre slightly hazed and looking like I have 3 eyebrows. I am a freak. The operation which took about 40 minutes cost the school $1837.19. I am so going to be a plastic surgeon.

I return to school to resume mugging and show my battle scar to many who gape in horror at the stitches on my face. 

And we fastforward to now, when there is a dull throbbing pain in my temple and bathing is a hassle. I'm going to keep relatively perspiration-free for this whole period. Now how dare you say frisbee's not hardcore.